Well I was perturbed by the falseness of what I
lingered in,
I was shunned,
labelled the banshee of life.
The stench blistering their motions of existence.
I was life where the afterlife lingered perpetually.
My name was lunar regent, and I was alive in
the abyss of deaths veil, all that were around me
were but e
c
h
o
e
s of what clung to this plain
of existence, but echoes can scream in silence.
I was more than this once, once seems so long ago.
Dying of memories degradation, I wasn't giving up.
I sold my home, I'm only in my 40's. To young to be
food of the earth, breath needed to be tasted in my mind.
They explained that I had to die to live? cryogenic dreams,
subtle name I reflected on. It had come a long way since those
days freeze dried people, oxygenated gel, you had to breath it
in drowning but living, a droplet of death descended then......
Awoken by voices or what I conceived as such?
I was in street??
was this, no it couldn't be!
This was the street outside of where I just was.
The affliction in my chest was killing me,
glancing at my hands I was existent, I pinched, it hurt?
Looking around I say or thought I saw people, but they
weren't corporeal, they were faded. I could see their
features but when they shifted it was like stone thrown in
a puddle and I think I'm the stone rippling on there shores.
The atmosphere became static, agitation voiced in their
stance. Some tethered to the crest of my existence were
pulled towards me like a black hole exerting its force,
I just stood static as they were extinguished within me.
Like snow flakes falling around me, I could feel the pain of
there departing, as each flake became cinders of reality.
Eroded memories versed in my mind as each ember
relinquished its torment within me, I was a collage of pain.
**To Be Continued.....
